beneath the star-struck, eternal vast,
painted black, blue-grey black -
voices blister of the past.
haven't felt this way in quite some time.
the restless nights. this cold, empty bed.
unrhythmic breaths flood my chest
as I watch my mother die
for the second time.
it's moments like these you never forget.
find yourself waking in a cold, hot sweat.
mind tracing every syllable, every breath;
remembering every word you should have said.
with eyes like a beating heart;
smells of daisy wanderlust.
soul-fire like passion's spark;
worn-out smiles like last night's luck.